Crya's Twilight

Game Master DragonBlood472

A dragonmarked heir to House Lyrandar seeks her own horizons, but must balance her allegiance to her house and her yearning to uncover darker secrets hidden in her bloodline.


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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

10 Eyre, Zor 998 YK

High above the heart of the City of Towers, a light rain falls on Sharn. Lyrandar Tower, one of the highest points of the city, is far removed from the toils down below. Only the Skyway blocks the perfect view of the rainy skies above. Passengers and crew continue to board and leave Roc's Talon, a sleek but impressive elemental galleon built of dark soarwood. A bell sounds, signaling the last call for passengers. Glancing at your orders, you know that viceroy Solia would have your hide if you missed your ride, or worse- assign you to deckhand duty for the next several months.

Though you have spent the last two days with your kinsmen in the Lyrandar Enclave, Captain Thariv habitually checks over your orders and identification papers as you board her vessel. Her Storm Mark glimmers across her face. She smiles as she hands your papers back, "No worries, cousin. As long as the winds hold, you'll be in Stormreach in three days. Your quarters are on first deck with the crew. We have capable hands, but should winds turn against us you'll be expected to help maintain the Talon. Other than a crew of Tharask prospectors, we have a few passengers hoping to see the wild continent, and our emissary K'exik. If you have any questions, flag me or my crew down." The young captain slaps you on the back as she urges you on board, reaching out to inspect the papers of the next passenger.

The deck is spacious, and half a dozen of your kin rush about to prepare the ship for launch. One or two passengers make their way down below, but the majority stay to witness the galleon's take off. Once everyone is on board, Captain Thariv takes the helm. You watch as her dragonmark flares to life, glowing blue and purple as she communes with the elemental bound to the airship. With a thrum and a crackle, a cerulean ring of energy bursts into view around the vessel. Many of the patrons awe at the marvel as the Roc's Talon lifts away from the dock. Flocking to the rails, they watch for the next few minutes as Sharn passes underneath.

Amidst the travelers, you see an aquatic elf standing on deck, his eyes closed in serenity as he enjoys the mist of rain. He stands quite tall for an elf, matching the height of most humans, his green hair whipping in the breeze. His dark green robes paint him as a man of faith.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

DM Roll:
1d20 + 17 ⇒ (17) + 17 = 34

Kiva's Orders


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva grits her teeth as the other woman slaps her back. "Very well," Kiva mutters having already dismissed Captain Thariv from her thoughts.

Intrigued by the presence of the aquatic elf aboard the airship, Kiva slips her identification papers away before approaching the railing a few feet away from him. She lets her bag slide off her shoulder and onto the deck near her feet before leaning her back against the railing. While everyone else is looking out, she's looking in, watching the crowds and their mundane fascination with something she's seen many, many times. After a moment she shifts her gaze to take in the elf once more.

I wonder to whom he prays, a man of the cloth could be problematic.


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

Running a hand through his damp hair, K'exik mutters in Elven, "Ddifa llong hon ddiwethaf." Devour this ship last. He opens his eyes, gleaming like siberys shards and looks about the ship, taking note of the passengers.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Kiva, you notice the wooden symbol hanging about the elf's neck. The symbol appears to be an arranged piles of stakes or sharpened sticks.

Knowledge Religion DC 10:

The symbol of sharpened bones is that of the Devourer, a member of the Dark Six, worshiped in secrecy among civilized persons but more commonly accepted amongst barbaric peoples and monstrous cultures.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva smirks before speaking aloud in Elven, "Gwell iddo beidio cael ei ysodd o gwbl." Better it not be devoured at all.

Knowledge (religion) 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

K'exik nods and takes a few steps closer to you, continuing in Elven. "Very true. But the Sovereign of Wave and Whelm's appetite can be hard to predict." The elf looks you over, his yellow eyes darting back and forth as he sizes you up. "I am known as K'exik Alezara. It is my pleasure to guide this vessel safely to the city of Stormreach." his accent is peculiar, and the difference between K'exik and his terrestrial kin is apparent. The gills at his neck open and close slowly, but it is clear that he is breathing air to speak.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva narrows her eyes as the elf looks her over. "The emissary. My name is Kiva d'Lyrandar. I was sent to aid in the investigation. So tell me, emissary, why were you selected to guide this vessel?" She makes no move forward, maintaining her relaxed pose against the railing.


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

The elf likewise makes no effort to close the distance between you. "I have lived in the Thunder Sea for the entirety of my years, when traveling through the bluffs and reefs known as Shargon's Teeth a guide is necessary. On the water, the sea devils are renowned for their ability to navigate the straits, among other things. Though you travel by airship, caution is still insisted by your superiors. Although I cannot sway the storms, I am able to assist in navigating through them, as well as interfacing with whatever we may encounter within." His words are deliberate and chosen carefully.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Sharn soon falls away from the horizon, and all that can be seen are green seas and grey skies with the occasional ship spotted down below sailing to or from Sharn's port.

A couple of the passengers remain on deck, but the majority of them have retreated to their quarters or the lounge below.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"I suppose I'm glad to have you along, then. Interfacing? What an interesting choice of words, emissary."


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

"Below there are rocks, kraken, pirates, and any other number of threats. The skies are not any safer- storms, raging elementals, giants. It is always a precarious journey to the wilds of Xen'drik."

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

DM Roll:

1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 2 = 27

The skies remain overcast, but now and then the clouds part for a brief glance of a sunlit sea. The elemental ring hums as Roc's Talon glides through the air. Half of the deck crew remain up top, checking rigging and securing the life rings, while you are informed that the other four deckhands are sleeping until their shift begins this evening. A golden bell rings the luncheon hour, and the remaining topside passengers head down into the galley and lounge. Captain Thariv d'Lyrandar keeps her hands steady on the wheel and her eyes on the horizon.

Two half-orcs and their larger orc accomplice make their way towards the galley doors. The ship pitches slightly and the burly orc bumps into you. "So'ry Miss." he rumbles as he rights himself. The trio make their way to the below decks.

Perception Check, please.

Perception DC 27:

As the orc bumped into you, the half-orcs took the opportunity to rummage through Kiva's pack.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"I wonder what threats lie on the ship..."

When the bell rings, she straightens, grabs her bag and flings it over her shoulder, "I think that I'll take the chance to eat while it's still hot."

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
When the orc bumps into her she scowls, "Imbecile!" She brushes at her clothes as if he's somehow sullied them.


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

The elf turns, "I will take my leave. Should you need my assistance I will be within my quarters until this evening when the captain may require my services." With that he walks through the double doors down into the belly of the ship.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"Farewell."

She makes her way to where the food is to be served.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Half of the second deck is reserved for the galley and lounge, a place for patrons and crew to eat, drink, and mingle during their journey. A rotund halfling stands behind the bar, serving drinks and hot meals with laughter and good spirits. Maps and tomes are spread out on a table where a dwarf sits looking over them intently, his warforged bodyguard stands behind him. Several Tharashk prospectors occupy a few tables, including the orc brute and his two cronies. A few of the crew members relax and gamble with a charismatic traveler. The rest of the guests and crew are elsewhere on the ship. The air is filled with sweet scents of cooking meats, a haze of smoke, and the sound of revelry.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva makes her way to the bar where she waits her turn before inquiring about the different selections. Once she's chosen, she carries her food to the nearest empty - or nearly empty table closest to the door she entered from. As she sits with her back to the wall she watches the rest of the room, listening in on what bits of the conversations she can catch.

Percception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

The chef introduces himself as Barnabas and hands you a plate of spiced sausages and a tankard of Brelish ale. The dwarf mutters to himself as he pours over maps, sometimes asking a rhetorical question to his guard who only nods in agreement with its master. The shardseekers are loud and boisterous in their conversation about what siberys finds they will uncover in the jungles, and the ship's crew seem to be losing many days wages in Three Dragon Ante with the gentleman patron.

The passengers of the Roc's Talon seem in good spirits this afternoon.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

After finishing her food Kiva approaches the dwarf and warforged, curious as to what it is that they're looking for in the maps. "Pardon, I can't help but to wonder what it is that you're searching so hard for in these maps?"

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

The dwarf looks up and composes himself. "No, pardon me. Zain ir'Perryn, at your service." he speaks with a heavy Brelish accent as he extends a hand bedecked in golden rings. The gold-plated warforged tenses, but it makes no other movement. "My granfather, Rorrick ir'Perryn, fool that he was, gallivanted in his youth. As I have come into the estate, I wish to not follow in his footsteps, but reclaim the magical armaments he carried with him. Family legend holds that Rorrick fell to some poison or malady in the Lost Continent, and with the help of an augur and a few Tharashk guides, I have narrowed the possibilities down to four locations. Once we reach Stormreach I plan to hire a group to help me recover my family's heirlooms... assuming the black-skinned devils haven't sold the relics or they aren't lying in the belly of some thunder lizard."

The nobleman gestures to the maps, conflicting aged parchments of outposts and outdated jungle trails. "Pah. I'll be lucky to return home with all of my beard, much less Grandfather's arms. Are you part of the crew? I haven't spoken with any of you besides the chef and the first mate when I made my arrangements for passage. I assure you my papers are in order."

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Knoweldge (nobility) check, please.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Knowledge (nobility) 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

The eight golden rings that Zain ir'Perryn sports mark him as a member of the Aurum, a wealthy organization that focuses on history and its treasures. Nothing other than the name of the organization comes to mind, however, and it seems that the group keeps a low profile.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva takes his hand in her own briefly before releasing it once more, "No, I'm not with the crew. I'm being sent on House business. I hear that there have been some nasty storms over Stormreach lately. Getting there itself might pose a danger."

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

The white-haired dwarf smiles, "If anyone can see a ship safely through a storm, it's the khoravar of House Lyrandar." The dwarf bows slightly.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"We shall indeed see." Kiva's mouth lifts up in a smile. "Safe travels, and luck to you."

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

"To you as well, Lady d'Lyrandar." the dwarf's attention returns to his maps.

The gilded guard nods slightly. "Safe travels." the warforged states in an emotionless bass. The green lenses of its eyes flash and though you cannot see pupils, you know its gaze follows you.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"And to you." She says as she walks away. She makes her way to K'exik's quarters, and raps on his door.

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Male Hagspawn Witch 15/Souldrinker 5

Perception Check DC 25:

There is muttering in a strange hissing language. It is low, and seems similar in nature to Draconic, but you cannot make out any of the words.


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

After a few moments, there is an answer from the elf. "Dewch i mewn." Come in.


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

After a moment, Kiva knocks again, "Emissary, I thought we might talk about what's ahead, if you have a moment."


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

The aquatic elf unlatches the door and opens it. His chambers are very sparse save for a large metal bathtub, and the only accessory you notice that was not on his person is a bone trident leaning against the wall. "Kiva d'Lyrandar," his golden eyes look down. He stretches out a webbed hand and gestures to his room. "Please, come inside and take a seat. What is it that you wish to discuss?"


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

She seems to hesitate a moment before crossing the threshold into K'exik's room. "What do you know of the storms?"


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

The emissary closes and latches the door to his chambers. He turns a chair around for Kiva before sitting cross-legged on the floor. He is quiet for several moments, letting the silence wash over the room. At last he speaks, "Travelers coined the title of the Thunder Sea in ages past for the ever-present storms that wrack the waters. Smugglers used the cover of rain and cloud to escape navies, and the civilized world of Khorvaire had nearly forgotten about the Lost Continent until recent centuries. There have always been stormy skies in this region, but that is not the answer you seek. There is something hiding in the storms. Something is keeping the weather this way. Many vessels and sailors have been sent to the Devourer lately. Members of your House have grown concerned because the agents they have sent through the area have not been able to dissipate the weather as usual."


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva sits and after a moment of silence, she leans back in the chair crossing her arms and legs, and waits with an eyebrow raised.

"Any thoughts on what this thing is hiding in the storms?"
Sounds like a suicide mission. Maybe they've finally decided to rid themselves of me once and for all. Surely there were more qualified people, with more control of the weather that they could have chosen for this?


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

"No, but that is why I am here, to wait and to assist you when you find out. Such is the will of the Devourer."


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"Do you know when it started behaving differently?"


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

"Zarantyr, the month of the storm, always brings monsoons to the Thunder Sea. It was not noted as unusual until last month when the storms failed to clear. What is it that you hope to accomplish by discovering the nature of these gales?"


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"This is an investigation, and if there is something that I'm going to have to face down, I want to know everything that I can before I get there. Don't you?"


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

K'exik replies calmly, "This is not my investigation. I am here because the Devourer wills it. If it is his will that I am consumed in this storms, so be it. I will answer all questions that I am able, but I am just one among many, and I do not know everything."


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

"I plan to speak to many people on the ship, I just figured it was best to start with you, Emissary."


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

K'exik nods. "Mae'r storm yn cael ei calmest yn y llygad." The storm is calmest at the eye. He glances to the window of his quarters, the glass streaked with rain. "Another day of sailing will bring us to the edge of the storm if your captain holds her course. There are a few hours until sunset, when I will be asked for."


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva stands and stretches, "Will you spend those hours in solitude, of helping me to see if anything can be learned from those aboard the ship?"


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

"If you are asking for my assistance, I will accompany you." K'exik stands, and draws an opaque sea glass vial from his belt. He uncorks it and quaffs a light blue liquid. After a moment he takes a deep breath and exhales. "I am ready."


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva's head tilts to the side slightly, her brows furrowing together for a moment, "You do seem to be more tolerant of other people, it would prove useful."


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

K'exik looks to you, "I am an emissary. Tolerance is expected of me."


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva smirks and unlatches the door, "Crew first?"


Male Aquatic Elf Cleric/5

K'exik nods. "If that is where you wish to begin, I will follow."


Female Half-Elf Sorceress (Aberrant/Draconic Crossblooded - Blood of Khyber)/2 - Rogue/1

Kiva makes her way to the captain of the ship, and when she finds her, she asks, "Do you have a moment?"

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